Fei Chen's Sword Journey
PPFC 11 - Huafei City
PPFC 11 - Huafei City
According to the story from Fang Huo, the Peach Valley was one of the strongest white-flow sects in the Yin Empire. The Peach Valley had four heroes, one of them Fang Huo who had reached the Peak Stage Great Swordsman.
“Cat Sweet, where do you think is stronger between Yin Empire and Ma Empire?” Fei Chen asked the Sweet Cat who ran over to compensate him.
“Meong, meow, meow.”
“Hah?” Fei Chen raised his eyebrows.
‘I'm using my telepathy. I don't know for sure, though I know I won't tell you. Find the answer yourself, Chen.’ The Sweet Cat's reply did not make Fei Chen satisfied at all.
“Either why your answer pisses me off!” Fei Chen sped up his pace and ran faster than the Sweet Cat.
Fei Chen's knowledge of martial arts was minimal. And now his mind is focused on the necklace of his parents.
“Do I need to find information first, Sweet Cat?” Fei Chen glanced at the Sweet Cat chasing after him.
‘Yes, that's a great idea. But you have to improve the way you communicate, Chen.’ The Sweet Cat replied with a faint voice.
Fei Chen simply smiled and accelerated his footsteps towards Huafei City.
The two reached Huafei City when the sun was almost setting. But the situation in Huafei City seemed different from Fei Chen had expected.
“You think it will be crowded, but why does this city look dead?” Fei Chen sensed a fishy smell of blood and several corpses lying around, be it Demonic Beasts or humans.
‘Chen, I think this city is having a disaster..’ Sweet cats smell blood all over the city.
‘This blood smell is very similar to the female slain Demon Beast named Murong Liuyu. The rest of me smelled the blood of that Demon Beast mixed with human blood.’ The Sweet Cat explained.
Fei Chen nodded his head after hearing the Sweet Cat's explanation. By releasing his bodily aura, Fei Chen tried to sense the air of life closest to him.
“Introduce..” Fei Chen sensed the air of human existence that made his body move by itself.
With the Dragon Breath Art he was cultivating, Fei Chen moved swiftly darting forward. A single swing of the detached sword created a whirlwind that made a girl and a dozen men stop running.
“Please me!” The girl who was being chased by dozens of men ran towards Fei Chen. Judging from her looks, this girl was seventeen years old.
“Women again? And why is he taller than me?” Fei Chen cursed and put on an annoyed face.
‘It's clear this woman is older than you, Chen. That's why he's taller than you.’ The Sweet Cat did not believe Fei Chen would be upset about not meeting a woman of her age.
Fei Chen looked at the situation first, but before he understood the situation, the girl hiding behind him hugged Fei Chen at a glance.
“Young people, they intend to do a bad thing to me because I have this delicious food.” Seeing the girl's parched expression, Fei Chen stared at the dozens of men in front of him.
“Do not lie, thief!”
“You are nothing more than a disabled person, Hua Ying!”
Fei Chen raised his eyebrows, ‘It is true they said, I sense that this woman is not an ordinary person. His aura was calming but within him was filled with anger. He looks a lot like me.’
Fei Chen intended to ask the truth to the woman hiding behind him, so he made a whirlwind that made dust fill the streets of Huafei City.
But when he looked back, Fei Chen did not see the woman again.
‘Such as he is indeed a thief yes, Chen.’ Sweet Cat licks her left leg while closing her eyes.
While Fei Chen nodded his head slowly, “Yes, it seems like he is indeed a thief.”
After saying so, Fei Chen patted his forehead, “Wait, shouldn't I not let the woman go if she's a thief?”
‘Normally it's like that, but don't you think about it. You're not normal anyway, Chen.’
“Hah? What do you mean?”
The Sweet Cat's words made Fei Chen wonder, but in his heart he felt extremely annoyed by the Sweet Cat's words.
To see the situation happening in Huafei City more clearly, Fei Chen walked around the city. Shortly he met with residents who were seen gathering in one place, the front yard of the Mayor of Huafei City.
While all the way to the residence of the Mayor of Huafei City lay dozens of corpses of swordsmen and Demonic Beasts or Vast Humans that Fang Huo and Murong Liuyu called.
After observing from a distance, Fei Chen sensed that there were still six Vast Humans alive and moved quickly towards the residence of the Mayor of Huafei City.
‘Chen!’ The Sweet Cat told Fei Chen to act immediately.
“I understand.” Fei Chen cultivated the Dragon Breath Art and exerted his profound energy on both of his legs. After which he stepped swiftly forward in pursuit of the five Humans.
As the distance between himself and the five Mankind Beasts grew closer. Fei Chen poured out his aura and inner power on the blade of the Hell King Sword.
“First Step Sword King of Hell.” With steady horses, Fei Chen was already preparing to shake his sword filled with profound energy along with the aura of his body, “Dance of Hell Fire!”
Without being able to twist the five Conferred Humans were startled by Fei Chen's presence. The three Beast Humans died instantly, while the two were covered in wounds and prepared to attack Fei Chen.
‘Wait... Isn't this?’ The Sweet Cat was shocked when she saw the three Conferred Humans rise again after death. In contrast to when the Sweet Cat saw Murong Liuyu slashing the head of the Beast Man, now she saw Fei Chen cutting the stomachs of the three Beast Men.
“Sial! Sure enough, just looking at all this makes me want to vomit!” Fei Chen smiled with a grin, even though he himself was surprised by what was happening before him.
“Young rider, chop off his head!” Fei Chen immediately turned his head towards the source of the voice. He looked at the middle-aged man who was most likely the Mayor of Huafei City.
Fei Chen recalled the moment Murong Liuyu cut off the head of the Beast Man. After dodging the rampage of the five Conferred Humans, Fei Chen began a counterattack that targeted only one point, the head of the Beast Man.
The fight ended with Fei Chen successfully beheading five Conferred Humans after an exchange of attacks, roughly fifty strikes.